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Learning through experience sometimes can be very painful, and sometimes one may not recover from it.
While growing up, Mum and Dad usually tell us to beware of naked wires, as they are very dangerous, but you know children and teenagers can be very careless and carefree. I remember that Mum would always wake up at very late hours in the night to make sure no electrical appliances were on. She would always off them and also tell us to off them.
One day, a friend was admitted to the hospital because she was shocked by a naked wire. She was taken to the hospital, and she spent up to three months in the house trying to recover from the shock. At one point she was not coordinated because of the shock; she would act weird, and that always scared people away from her. Abas was very sick, and that got me so afraid, but that was for a while.
I also remember that one of my coursemateswas shocked by an electric wire that caused him to miss his exam, and he needed to sit for that exam again. In his story, we were made to understand that he just got back from the bathroom to iron, like, what? I asked him, but he said that he was just too excited to see them light after a long while, so he moved straight to iron his clothes, and then he got shocked. Still, this did not make me care very much the day I was shocked.
I got back from school on a rainy day, racking my brain on what to make for lunch that afternoon, since the rain did not let me get to the market to buy some foodstuffs. I went back, and I saw a boiling ring (heater) lying on a table very close to where I used to keep my head to sleep at night. I smiled at it because I wanted to be fast in cooking, not knowing that I would experience the worst thing ever in my life.
I kept the heater, and at the same time I went to scoop water from the drum. On returning to the place I kept the heater, I noticed that I had actually plugged the heater into the socket before I knew it.
I started smelling a burnt smell, and immediately I went to get the heater out from the socket. Being in the midst of confusion, I was first confused about the reason the heater was plugged into the socket because I thought I didn't plug it in, and in the midst of that confusion, I used my hands to hold the head of the heater, and that was how I was thrown by electricity from the room to the outside of the house.
I spent months trying to get it back on my feet; the me that was not careful started becoming as careful as a cat.
I invite @adegold4real, @definestguy and @hively to join this initiative.
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